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Al Chapo - Rob B4 I Rap Lyrics

[Intro]
(Chapo)

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, the real OSO pop out, tryna catch a hat
Go in the hotel, reload this 50 mag
I’m with whatever you want, I won’t get mad
I’ll pistol whip him, give him whiplash
Got the baby dick on the Glock, switch on it
I can’t fuck that bitch, that hoe was so boney
Red beams on his ass like pepperoni
And he mad at me ‘cause that boy tellin’ on me
I send a blitz on him from a jail call
Bet, get the fuck, nigga, we don’t know y’all
Leave his ass stuck, nigga, when these shells pop
Put him on the door, nigga had to get locked
Hm, she see the drip, she eat up the dick
Boy, this a mob, boy, this not no clique
I did some things I could never fix
I popped this Perc’ and it feel so good
Come to the BP or the Citgo, that ain't that hood but that's where we post up
And I’ll slap yo’ ass, you think I'm a joke or some?
And I serve, baby, I don’t owe one
And some Wocky bussin' in that H1
And I do the drugs, I love my passion
I was robbin’ niggas before I was rappin'
[Verse]
And they lookin' at me like they don't like my fuckin' fashion
Uh, I'm known to go crazy, so psychotic, in a straitjacket
Mmm, I'ma cut ya muhfuckin' son, nigga shoot like muhfuckin' Dallas Mavericks
Mmm, baby, just vibe with us, no sneak shit, I wouldn't lie to ya
If I fuck her friend, I might just lie to her
Huh, kickin' shit with the vampire
If he play with us he won't be able to say his goodbyes
Locked up and I had 4 knifes
Whoa told me "pop out, blick time"
Whoa totin' on a Tec, catch mine
Real Za, I won't smoke midget
They keep playin with a nigga, get real wicked

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, the real OSO pop out, tryna’ catch a hat
Go in the hotel, reload this 50 Mag’
I’m with whatever you want, I won’t get mad
I’ll pistol whip him, give him whiplash
Got the baby dick on the Glock, switch on it
I can’t fuck that bitch, that hoe was so boney
Red beams on his ass like pepperoni
And he mad at me ‘cause that boy tellin’ on me
I send a blitz on him from a jail call
Bet, get the fuck, nigga, we don’t know y’all
Leave his ass stuck, nigga, when these shells pop
Put him on the door, nigga had to get locked
Hm, she see the drip, she eat up the dick
Boy, this a mob, boy, this not no clique
I did some things I could never fix
I popped this Perc’ and it feel so good
Come to the BP or the Citgo, that ain't that hood but that's where we post up
And I’ll slap yo’ ass, you think I'm a joke or some’?
And I serve, baby, I don’t owe one
And some Wocky bussin’ in that H1
And I do the drugs, I love my passion
I was robbin’ niggas before I was rappin'